Ride this train to Roseburg Oregon now there's a town for youAnd you talk about roughYou know a lot of places in the country claim Paul Bunyon lived thereBut you should have seen Roseburg when me and my daddy'd come thereEveryone of them loggers looked like Paul Bunyon to meAs I was a skinny kid about sixteenAnd I was scared to death when we walked into that campNone of the lumberjacks paid any attention to me at firstBut when my pa told the boss that me and him wanted a jobA lot of 'em stopped their work to see what was gonna happenThat big boss walked around me looked me up and down and saidMister I believe that boy is made out of second growth timber and I guess I wasEverybody but me and pa had a big laugh over itPa got kinda mad and the boss finally said he might start me out as a high climberI didn't know what a high climber was boy I sure learned fastThat steel corded rope cut my back and that axeI thought it was gonna break my arms off but I stuck with itIt wasn't long till I learned that a man's got to beA lot tougher than the timber he's cuttin'Finally I could swing that crosscut saw with the best of them